Reaper is in the living room having a scotch, and Caleb has a bottle of water in his hand. They might be working for me, but I consider them as close as friends to me.
“Caleb, get Micah free and hand him ten thousand dollars. Tell him not to fuck me up this time. His sister might have saved him once, but it wouldn’t happen a second time,” I mutter out clearly so that he will repeat what I just said.
Reaper stands as Caleb walks away, going to do what he was sent to do.
“Is everything good with the club? I didn’t get to see your last message because London threw my phone out of the car window,” I tell him.
Reaper doesn’t show any emotions, just like me, the brute knows how to keep his mouth shut.
“Yes, Boss, everything is under control. Business is fine as well,” he answers the question.
Nodding, I know what he is talking about when he says business is under control.
My dirty business. It better be, the last thing I want is the cop sniffing into my business, these days, they don’t seem to keep their nose in their ugly faces, rather, they find pleasure in poking it in my affair.
“Good to know,” I blow gentle air out of my mouth.
Taking off my suit jacket, I go straight for my tie, untying it and opening the first three buttons. My chest hair is soft and curly, I start with the buttons on my cufflinks.
I roll it to my elbow before looking at Reaper.
“Where is the girl?” I ask walking towards the decanter and pouring some whiskey into a glass.
Picking it up, I knock some of the yellow liquid down my throat. I feel the burn travel down my throat until it settles in my stomach.
“In the dungeon,” Reaper says.
My hands instantly tighten around the whiskey glass as I lift my head to stare at Reaper.
“What the fuck did you say?” I question the mood in the room shifting immediately.
Reaper senses it immediately. He shrugs knowing I wouldn’t like what he has to say.
“You asked me to lock the lady up, I did that,” he says.
The air in my lungs became tight, my head was whirling so fucking fast. I am going to kill this stupid dickhead with my hands.
“Make your last sentence make sense, Trevor Richard,” I yell.
I had used Reaper’s real name and from what I could tell, he k, new shit was hitting the fan real quick.
“I locked her in the cage down in the dungeon, boss. You asked me to lock her up, she is a captive and I was just obeying your command,” he says.
The whiskey glass in my hand shatters first on the wall across the room, I watch how the pieces go flying across the room. I walk to Reaper and I reign a good number of punches on him.
“You stupid useless short dick pussy snatcher. How dumb could you be?” I was screaming while punching Reaper.
Caleb might have heard the commotion and run to us because I feel his hand around my shoulder, he holds me but I throw a punch taking him out, and making him pace backward.
“I asked you to lock her up, Reaper, your peanut brain couldn’t register that I meant in my room. No one locks my woman in a fucking cage,” I throw the last punch at his face.
His face is bloody right now, I don’t care, that is how I feel in my soul, how dare he lock London in a cage.
I stand and pace the living room for a second, my head is still foggy, I had just called London my woman again, and I can’t help but address her as such.
“Get a grip of yourself, boss,” Caleb says trying to be my voice of reason right now.
I don’t care, I don’t need it.
“Save that bloody sermon for Reaper, he is the one who locks my woman in a cage in the dungeon like she was an animal. It is true I got her from a deal but I am the one who decides how you all get to treat her. Like a queen,” I speak out anger blowing from my body.
Reaper hangs his head down, I know he is sorry and I can’t be mad at him for not making it clear that London is mine.
“I am sorry boss, the girl is your queen, I will do my best to worship her feet,” he says calmly.
I push out my hand towards him, letting him hold it as support to stand.
“Clean him up, Caleb. Take the night off, if I need you, I will call. And Caleb, other me some Italian food would you? In fact, a bit of everything, I don’t know what she will eat, whatever you find on the menu order it. Order burgers and chicken nuggets, Mac and Cheese. If she likes it, you live,” I warn fiercely.
“Yes, Boss, I will get to it right now,” he says looking at Reaper with soft eyes.
I walk out of the room and towards the dungeon where my woman has been kept.
The urge to protect her has never been this strong before.
*
I walk down the dungeon and into the hallway. This is the place where only my enemies are kept after they are kidnapped. Trust me, as an enemy, you will never want to come here because you would never come in alive.
I open the door to the last dungeon room and I stand, the sight in front of me spearing me forcefully.
London is quite awake, her big eyes staring at me. She is leaning across the cage bars, those ever-blue eyes, the ones I love staring at me. I wish I had hit Reaper some more. The fucker had the liver to lock London up in a cage.
As London notices me, she starts whimpering, fat hot stream of tears streaks down her eyes. She is beautiful, I feel a pinch in my heart for hurting her. It makes me feel like a bastard.
London starts rolling backward, farther into the human cage until her back hits the iron bars on the other side.
There is limited space in this cage. Her hand is above her head in a protective stand.
“I am sorry, Zane, I am sorry,” she begs and I stand there confusion clouding my vision.
“London?” I call out to her.
I notice she is having a panic attack because she is overreacting, I haven’t even touched her yet, if she thinks I am here to hurt her, then, she has something utterly different coming her way.
“I know I threw your phone away, but you spanked me already, let me out of the cage, please,” she wails as more ugly tears roll down her cheeks.
Her face is pale and pink, she looks tired.
Fumbling with the key on the lock, I open it but she doesn’t rush out of the cage, instead, she crawls farther into the limited space area, her hands now covering her head.
“Don’t hurt me, please, I will be a good girl,” she lets on dragging her knees up and lowering her head to it.
London is a piteous sight. This can’t be about me. About this. My girl has suffered some trauma and she can’t help but think that I am going to hurt her.
I did spank her, but that is because she was out of behavior. My blood was pumping aggressively as I knew I had to find the fucker that hurt London.
Walking into the cage, I sweep her into my arm, walking out of the cage. She is so light, she weighs barely anything, and her small fragile body fits perfectly in my arm. I like holding her.
Walking out of the cage, I leave the dungeon and go straight into my bedroom. I place her on the bed, she wiggles a little and scouts to the end of the bed. I grab her by the ankle, dragging her to my side.
London instinctively throws her hands up in a protective way.
She is always doing that.
“I swear on my honor, London, I will never hurt you,” I say letting her go.
She scuffs.
“Talk about the beast you were in your car,” she shouted.
She is still in a panic mode, I note that I have to be gentle with her, the last thing I don’t want is to scare her away now.
“I spanked you because you were acting like a brat,” I said not remorseful at all.
Silence falls between us, I don’t say a thing, London stays calm as well.
She seems to have calmed down, I wonder if she thinks I will hurt her again. Well, if she needs discipline, I would be the first to deliver it to her.
London has to learn how not to mess around with me.
If she is going to act bratty, she should be ready to push her ass up for the punishments because I will be giving her hot.